T. E. Yates - Fierce Horses

When I get home today
I'll have a brand new feather for your favourite hat
I'll go into the woodlands
And pick out the very first one that I find
Sit down at your table
Try to join the conversation
No one sees me, no one hears me
And it's
It's just like I'm not there
I think I'd like to talk to you
Much more than anyone
I stand here looking at you
But the words, they don't come
They just don't come
It's just like I'm not there
Like I'm a ghost
Although I'd like to help you
There's nothing I can do to halt
Your imminent downward spiral
And perhaps this feather
This small token of affection I give you
Can provide a wing
To help you fly when you have hit rock bottom
Walking 'round the reservoir
In the thunder and the rain
I see the fierce horses and I see them start to run
They're running blind
They're running scared
They're running away from everything
And, what's more,
They're racing towards nothing
Directionless
Sit down at your table
Try to join the conversation
No one sees me, no one hears me
And it's
It's just like I'm not there
It's just like I'm not there, like I'm a ghost
It's just like I'm not there, like I'm a ghost
It's just like I'm not there, like I'm a ghost

Written by:
Thomas Yates

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